Perfectly different
and in the sparks of a flaming fluid
I’d see myself
just as a kilned pot
but with cracks for perfection
Different.
Flawed. Perfect.
BENIGN
Perfectly different
and in the sparks of a flaming fluid
I’d see myself
just as a kilned pot
but with cracks for perfection
Different.
Flawed. Perfect.
BENIGN
I don’t usually walk alone
But I know the beauty of solitary saunters
And I know how sweet it is to hum tunes my brain credits itself for
so I walk with my music
and my problems too
Chanting them as if to entertain the whizzing winds
Singing them as if the melodies would shoo them away,
With the incessant brrrr!s they leave on my ears
Chorusing them to the birds
Just as if their responses are solutions
Chirp! Chirp! they quip, and I sing along
There’s a solution to my troubles,
The winds and birds know,
I don’t walk alone.
I don’t walk alone.
Paper and pen might not ever be enough
To capture perfect descriptions of what my heart says
Words might not ever interpret satisfactorily
The palpitations the thought of her casts on my heart
I might not ever be able to tell
What it is her voice does to my ears
And when she laughs in those voice notes
That serendipitous giggle that’s a siren’s song to my heart
My words might not ever explain the musical notes
And how marvellously those cords are tuned.
I might not be able to ever tell
What it feels like to lay my eyes on her when she’s not looking
To stare into her eyes when and to feel immersed in them
Or just looking into that sumptuous bosom she sports
Or those well curved servings of African glory…
Well to say the possible least
She’s just this one Haven of a marvel that happened in my life
A Heavensent soul, an answered prayer
A massive addition to why I’m blessed
She’s a redefinition of what my dreams look like
She’s the best description of what awesome company is to me..
Sometimes my brain waves just wander into this thought that she’s this sole key that could free set this soul of mine from the pain that time deals onto life….
She’s my best description of Love
I know I’m in Love…
Dear mister Opondo
There’s a lot to say about Kabondo
the smooth fresh air
and the bird’s chirps here and there
Not forgetting the many a maize plantation
and the beautiful fruits of afforestation
As the men leave for ‘kwath’
its a new day coming to birth
listen, can you hear the cow’s bells ringing?
look, can you see the sun rising?
its time to get up
and to have a cup of tea
but not before cleaning the cow shed
and watering the seed bed.
‘
He promised me an unimaginable utopia
he said we would cruise allover Malaysia
we would traverse the lands of Kenya
we would marry, live a life of love, to each other feelings to vent
I believed till, my bank PINS I entrusted with my dear Kent
And since then my cash vanished and my calls unanswered went.
With this flower,
I send you all my love
I release all that burns my heart
receive it with both hands
for if I kept it to myself
I’ll only be left with ashes for a heart
Cherish it,
for a man’s heart does wither,
and so does a fire.
Each and every sunset
I picture the moments we shared
rolling in the green lawns of love
basking in a soothing heat of affection
running all over a field, admiration
relaxing in a park, loyalty
playing a hide and seek of surprises
resting in fortresses in the safety of each others embrace
At sunrise
I reminisce the pleasure times we shared
at the shores
the blissful love we showered each other with
memories of how we loved
with reckless abandon flow in my mind.
It’s like a mirage that you never reach
however much you draw closer
It’s like a blurred image
whose essence you cant fathom
It’s like an oracle who you can talk to
and hear from, but can’t touch
Dear love
come back to the first love
relieve me of the unending pain
Amy, am nothing without you.
The future lies ahead
not so far yonder
untouched.
unpainted.
untasted
Hmm. the choice is yours.
it is untouched
what’s it going to feel like?
rough? smooth?
It is unpainted
what are you going to paint it?
dark? bright?
It is untasted
what’s your future going to taste like?
sweet? bitter?
Hmm. the choice is yours.
Mum said I was the one to bake,
The so much awaited cake,
which everyone wanted to take.
She said everyone was to celebrate,
and remember as they ate,
the long life of our associate.